hungover in jonestown

you are the hammer

i am the nail

i'm building a house in the fire on the hill

there is a string that leads me to hope

i tie the noose

but you are the rope

it was a lie that got me in bed

i am the dog

you are the shed

i can't find the perk in the percocet

when you're not around

this is the fight that taught me to feel

if i am the drunk

you are the wheel

so i drink till the night becomes another day

and the day's just another little thing in our way

no one ever chooses to be a flawed design

but this life is a joke

and death is the punchline

you are the queen and i am the rook

you are the fire and i burn like a book

i don't know how this one ends till i die

and the honest part of 'reliable' is the lie

the greater the power

the more the abuse

you are the hand

i worship the bruise

if romance is dead

i guess i'm a necrophiliac

every god needs a sacrifice

i am the cross

and you are the christ

so i drink till night becomes another day

and the day's just another little thing in our way

something about the way you beat me down

and i'll never learn

you're the pint of no return

the pain in my chest

the stain on your dress

the glass in my eye

but this life is a joke

and death is the punchline

oh la la

la la la la la

la la la

la da da da da

oh

life is a joke and death is the punchline

oh la la

la la la la la

la la la

la da da da da

oh

this life is a joke and death is the punchline

oh la la

la la la la la

la la la

la da da da da

oh

this life is a joke and death is the punchline

oh la la

la la la la la

la la la

la da da da da

oh

this life is a joke and death is the punchline

oh la la

la la la la la

la la la

la da da da da

oh

this life is a joke and death is the punchline